A hummingbird flutters in my ribcage
It is flittering throughout my body
Its wingtips are brushing the inside of my temples
Accelerating my thoughts
Tiring my eyes

Eureka, eureka! You've almost done it, it twitters inside my ear, 
But can you finish before I want to rest in my cage?
Five more minutes, I tell it, five more minutes is all I need

My pen scribbles to the bird's tempo 
My thoughts racing to the finish line
So close to perfection, so close to destruction
So close to a masterpiece, so close to a disaster-piece

Five minutes, the hummingbird announces
Five more minutes! I plead
You had five minutes, and you had seven days, it says
Why did you decide to wait?

A question I cannot answer
Because the words before me are swimming in a pool of milk
I think the lamplight is submerged as well
My eyelids flutter to slowing wingbeats 
The hummingbird finally settles on its perch...

Pages of a language I never knew were kissing my cheek in the morning